Monthly Archives: September 2014

Below – Walden Pond in October Welcoming October with Praise: Thomas Wolfe “Then summer fades and passes, and October comes. Will smell smoke then, and feel an unsuspected sharpness, a thrill of nervous, swift elation, a sense of sadness and … Continue reading →

“Wild Swans” I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. … Continue reading →

American Art – Part I of II: Jeanne Duval Painter Jeanne Duval (born 1956) earned a BFA from the University of New Hampshire in Durham and an MFA from Brooklyn College. 30 September 1627 – According to Daniel Defoe, Robinson … Continue reading →

“For a Traveler” I only have a moment so let me tell you the shortest story, about arriving at a long loved place, the house of friends in Maine, their lawn of wildflowers, their grandfather clock and candid portraits, their … Continue reading →

American Art – Part I of V: Jay Davenport According to one critic, “Jay Davenport (born 1972) has always been interested in and excited by fine art, especially, animals and wildlife. With an encouraging push from his grandfather, he began … Continue reading →

American Art – Part I of IV: Cary Weigand Artist statement: “Let me touch the earth and paint it with color and I will show you who I am.” In the words of one critic, “Cary Weigand, born and raised … Continue reading →

“The Wild Iris” At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry surface. … Continue reading →

American Art – Part I of V: Stacy Brown In the words of one critic, “Santa Fe artist Stacy Brown presents a group of work that leaves giddiness in its wake. The works in oil and in drypoint, are mostly … Continue reading →

“Dog Music” Amongst dogs are listeners and singers. My big dog sang with me so purely, puckering her ruffled lips into an O, beginning with small, swallowing sounds like Coltrane musing, then rising to power and resonance, gulping air to … Continue reading →